Strings Attached. (Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Chapter Eleven

A smile is quite obvious when I wake up that next morning. My body is pressed against Louis'.

I look up at him with big blue eyes. Pressing a long kiss to his lips, a little hum sounds in his throat.

"Good morning, gorgeous." Louis grins, kissing my forehead.

"Good morning." I breathe out, Louis' hand wrapping around my back.

He reaches onto the bedside table and grabs his phone. He takes a selfie to put on Instagram.

"Well." I sigh as he's typing his caption. "My entire back tattoo is showing so everyone is gonna know it's me."

"Eh. Let them know. I'm proud that you're my girlfriend." Louis kisses me again. "And thank you for last night."

@LouisTomlinson; Morning after giggles.

"Breakfast?" Louis offers, sitting up.

"Sure." I mumble, yawning. Louis smiles at me. "What?"

He leans over, kissing my nose. "You're cute when you yawn."

Louis throws on his boxers and heads out of the room. I go into his drawer and pull out in of his white button ups. It was a bit hard to find my panties since Louis chucked them across the room, so I just gave up looking and went without them.

I sit on the counter, leaning my head against the cold wall. "How are you feeling?" Louis asks from where he's making a batch of pancakes.

"A bit sore." I reply, biting my lip. "Yet very happy."

"That's good." Louis chuckles.

My phone buzzes. My mum. Oh god. Because this ended well last time she called when I was with Louis.

"Mum, why are you calling so early?" I ask quickly, earning another laugh from Louis. I shoot him a look, which he returns.

"That is no way to greet your mother, Kylie." Mum scolds. "Anyway, I was calling to see if tomorrow afternoon is a good time for you to bring Louis over. Your dad will be at work and Marissa and Jason will be at school. Just you me, and Louis."

"Babe." I say to Louis. "Do you wanna meet my mum tomorrow afternoon?"

"I mean, I'll have to clear my schedule." Louis sighs. I give him another look. "Kidding, kidding! That's good, though."

"That's what I thought." I whisper to him. "That's good, mum. We'll be there. Gotta go, bye."

"Bye."

"Meeting your mum tomorrow?" Louis sighs, sitting down at a barstool.

I sit on his lap, one leg on either side of him. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me against him, accidentally causing some friction between us that I quickly ignore.

"Nervous?" Louis nods. "Don't be. My mum may not be keen on me dating, but she's very accepting towards all people. She won't have a problem with you at all, I promise. Just don't cuss."

"Got it." Louis chuckles, biting his lip.

God, it's such a turn on when he does that.

"And don't really mention your tattoos either. Especially that most of them don't have meanings. My mum despises tattoos. She'll forever be mad at me because I have tattoos."

"Kylie, are you wearing underwear?" Louis groans, his hands digging into my hips.

I smirk, leaning into his ear, grinding my hips against his slowly. "Nope." I hiss, biting his ear.

"Round two, right now."

Morning sex on a kitchen counter. Huh.